- WHAT'S THAT?
- THE BEAST!
ALL THE YOUNG PRIESTS WEAR THEM.
FATHER DAMO HAS ONE.
- SHUT UP, CRILLY!
- OKEY-DOKEY.
- THERE WAS THIS LETTER.
- LETTER?
- DOUGAL!
- I'M SORRY!
HE'S A GREAT LAUGH. I REMEMBER HIM
LAST YEAR TELLING HIS STORIES.
RIGHT, OFF WE GO.
LISTEN. THIS IS WHAT WE'LL DO.
AND WHO ARE YOU?
HOW MANY FINGERS AM I HOLDING UP?
- HE MIGHT LIKE HIM.
- NO, HE DOESN'T LIKE RABBITS.
OK, HERE IT IS. THIS WEEK'S WINNER.
GOD, WHEN YOU THINK OF IT, IT'S
A DIRTY, FILTHY THING, ISN'T IT?
- I'D BETTER GIVE HIM A CALL.
- I WOULDN'T GO CALLING HIM, JIM.
WHEN YOU COME
FACE TO FACE WITH DEATH,
I WAS IN THE AA THERE FOR A WHILE.
- IT'S HIM, ALL RIGHT.
- GOD ALMIGHTY!
THE OLD WOMAN KNOWS
IT'S ALL MY FAULT.
IT WAS THE TYPE OF THING, YOU KNOW...
HE'S AN ELDERLY PRIEST DRIVING
A FLYMO AROUND A SMALL ISLAND.
ACTUALLY I'D LIKE TO TAKE THIS
OPPORTUNITY TO SAY HELLO TO THEM.
HALLOWED BE THY...
BETTER GET GOING -
MILK GETS SOUR, YOU KNOW.
THANK CHRIST!